Last week I went to San Francisco for training. When I travel I am always looking for the local crows. However, I never saw a live crow the whole time I was there. Lots of Pigeons but no Crow Brothers and Sisters. That was until during a dinner walk I ran across the Crowbar. It was closed and had been for years. From what I read online it was a wild 80s rock bar that the bartenders wore masks and yelled at everyone. A big cavern of a place that one person said stalactite should be hanging from the ceiling.
So, that is my sole Crow story from the City by the Bay.